The windows of opportunity have been closing quicker than they open this late Summer season. Square bales of grassy lucerne will hopefully be shedded Friday night. Fingers are crossed.
Having fought the fight for nine years now,
to have children change out of school uniforms and into yard clothes upon arriving home from school,
I'm hanging up the gloves.
Pick your battles people.
This rogue tomato bush came up in one of the potted agapanthus on the front steps.
Despite children wishing to pull it out for weeks now, I'm determined it will bear fruit. It may be the only home-grown produce I enjoy for some time, with the vege gardens looking decidedly overgrown and neglected.
This little tyke turned up in the No. 1 heifers, his very productive mama obviously going in calf as a yearling with a mystery suitor. He's won himself and his mum a trip to the buffel.
We couldn't pass up a magazine at our local shop with this slice on the front cover.
Oi, oi, oi.
Like salt and vinegar, fish and chips, bacon and eggs and any other timeless combination, it would seem that chocolate, marshmallow and jelly are just meant to be together. Delicious. Will share recipe next time.
And in the latest news, we have piglets,
Yes, that would be Socks who was meant to be trucked to her new home whilst pregnant.
We're off to town tomorrow for Jessie's boarding school interview.
Someone pass me a stiff drink. I'm not ready to go through this again.